I pictured her force-feeding me mushy, rotten apples after school...

I don’t remember how many stitches I got...

Cigarettes and Elnett hairspray

“I guess we’ll see what this Brett kid is made of"

...rejecting the thick, rich insulation afforded by my parents’ luxury apartment.

...the scorched land belongs to all of us.

"...those ruddy bastards need to know that I intend to collect.”